An Aztec temple.
Aztecs this far south?
Dr. Covas, we must stop.
This is sacred ground.
This could be the biggest
archeological discovery
of the 21st century.
But the spirits--
they are at rest.
Keep digging.
I want my money's worth.
Fine, leave. We'll just hire others
to do what you won't.
Then the curse
will be in their hands.
Keep digging, digging...
Dr. Covas, we must stop.
It's not worth it.
The spirits--
they are at rest.
Brazil?
That's where she died.
That's not where she's from.
Hospital said
she's a Jersey girl.
Jersey girl? Freaky.
Boxed up and shipped off
to some medical school.
It's a long way to go just to
get hacked up, don't you think?
I know
that's right.
Malcolm,
you remember when
you got your
driver's license,
There was a box you could check
to be an organ donor?
Yeah.
Well, there's another
box you can check
to donate your
body to science.
Never check
that box.
You got extra cheese
on yours, man?
Uh... No.
I think I got extra cheese
on my sandwich, man.
I think she might
like me.
She's using dairy products
to flirt with you?
All I'm saying is I got a little
extra cheese on my sandwich.
I think, you know, yeah, she might be
trying to tell me something.
What do
you think?
Oh-- huh-uh.
Mmm, you got
to be kidding me.
Prep all these bodies
in this stench?
I don't think so.
Dead bodies never
smell good, Malcolm.
I know that's right.
Man, that smell just ain't right.
See, that's why
when I die
I'd like to go out
like a Viking.
A Viking?
Yeah.
See, they build
a funeral pyre,
- float it out to sea...
- Yeah.
...and just let
the body burn.
Vikings had a great
sense of dignity.
Bon voyage, man.
Bon voyage.
- All right, you ready?
- Yeah.
Whoa, we got
a young one.
She's been butchered.
There's some sick
people in this world.
Yeah, well,
sick people aside,
What's she doing
in a cadaver lab?
She's too young
not to have
some kind of family
to take care of her.
I don't know
and I don't need to know.
Best thing about this job--
I don't need to know.
Hey, Malcolm?
Remember that girl...
what was her name?
Angie.
- Angie?
- Yeah yeah. 21, 22?
- Oh, yeah. Blonde, right?
- Uh-huh.
- Brain aneurysm?
- That's the one.
Yep, boy, oh boy.
What a shame.
I mean, the tits
on that girl.
- Bodacious, right?
- What a waste.
Never see anything
like her again.
Now let's not be
too pessimistic,
Malcolm.
There's always hope.
Here we go.
God damn, that's
some ugly pussy.
Malcolm, this might
be somebody's mother.
Not my mother.
My mother is in Cleveland.
Ivan, is that you?
Ivan?
Quit playing, man.
Gowns and gloves,
ladies and gentlemen.
Gowns and gloves.
Welcome, welcome
to Gross Anatomy.
Excuse me.
Jesus Christ, it smells
like my grandmother's house.
Well, let's just hope she's not
with us today, shall we?
Formaldehyde and death.
Now no doubt most of you have been
having nightmares about this class
since you got your
acceptance letters.
for your positions.
You're the privileged few.
So, don't abuse it.
I would venture
to suggest
what you learn here--
not just about the human body,
but about yourselves--
will probably be the most valuable
lesson over the next four years.
Right, you have access
to the lab
The code to enter is 6-6-6.
Something...
something easy for you
to associate with this class.
Let's begin.
Groups of four.
- I'm Brian.
- Carlos.
Hey, now. Why don't
you come join us?
You'll have the best
body in the group.
How are you doing?
I'm Carlos.
- Hi. Alison.
- I'm Brian.
Hi.
Don't remember seeing you
at orientation.
- Oh, I just got here.
- Oh, off the wait list?
Uh-huh.
When you pull back your sheets
you may feel lightheaded.
It's all right.
It's quite normal.
Just take a moment
or sit down if you wish.
But know this--
I will tolerate no
disrespect for the dead.
In lesser schools you may
get away with a failing grade.
Here you will find
no such leniency.
Right. You many begin your
dissections with the thorax.
Um, excuse me.
It's Friday.
I mean, the classes don't
officially start until Monday.
We're not
properly dressed.
You're no longer
in college.
Here everyone is
responsible for themselves.
The lab is open
You may do
your dissections
whenever you
and your group chooses.
I'll be here during
normal school hours.
All right.
Carry on. Thanks.
All right, I need to go change.
What do you say we meet back
in an hour and we'll start
slicing up. All right?
Don't be a wuss, man.
A chance to cut
is a chance to cure.
Spoken like
a future surgeon.
Oh my God.
I would not want
to wake up next to Norma.
Norma?
She looks like
a "Norma" to me.
Alison?
Dr. Blanchard?
Dr. Blanchard.
You have any illnesses?
You diabetic?
Huh-uh.
Whoa, take it easy.
Easy now.
Easy does it.
Okay, up you go.
It's nothing to be
ashamed of, you know.
I threw up half my lunch
on the first day.
Lot messier than that.
You can never tell how
it's going to affect you.
Who is she?
No idea. Jane Doe.
Where did her body
come from?
I don't know.
All cadavers have to come
from at least 500 miles away
in case somebody
recognizes them.
Dr. Blackwell,
I felt something in there.
Look, it's your first day, right?
The mind plays funny tricks.
Would you mind if I just stayed here
until class was over today?
I think it's better
if you go back in.
What do you think?
I was this close
to resuscitating you.
Looks like somebody's
feeling better.
Perfect timing.
Saved the best cut
for you.
Look, don't worry,
I'm a little queasy myself.
She's too young.
Something's not right with her.
Murder?
I don't think so.
Look at those
wounds, guys.
Norma was kinky.
Submissive.
- Submissive? What do you mean?
- S&M-- bondage,
flagellation, cutting.
Come on, this is
a human being.
Yeah, and probably
a prostitute-- homeless.
They all are.
How many people do you know donate
their loved ones to an anatomy lab?
Homeless maybe, but
this woman had a child.
Her nipples have
dark pigmentation
matured from
breast-feeding.
Okay, can we not
personalize this?
I'm having a hard enough time looking
at her without knowing her history.
Too much talking,
not enough cutting.
She won't feel it.
All right, give me
the blade back, I...
don't want you
passing out again.
Just give me
one minute.
Good work.
Now remove the breast
tissue by blunt dissection.
Pressure creates heat.
Heat melts the fat,
which exposes your plane.
I don't know about you guys,
but I'm diagnosing myself
with a serious case
of the jitters.
Yep.
All right,
pass the formaldehyde.
It's called "futbol", cabrn.
No it's not, hombre.
Football is football
and soccer is soccer.
Besides, nobody
likes soccer.
- I like soccer.
- The whole world loves futbol.
Thought this
was a team activity.
You need a cellphone.
We couldn't reach you.
Norma didn't want you
vomiting on her again.
Very funny.
At least you didn't
miss the best part.
Ready?
You all right?
You got a major problem.
This is just a body.
What is it?
It's just my mind
playing tricks with me, okay?
Oh, these
facial cuts
run vertically and then
here they go horizontally.
- So what?
- So these wounds are self-Inflicted.
Look, I thought we agreed
not to personalize this.
All right, can we
just continue here?
You know, wait.
I can't take her watching me.
One... two...
Okay, pull it.
I definitely saw that.
Oh, that smells.
Oh great, man.
The dead fart too.
Can you imagine being stuck
in a coffin still smelling them?
It's hydrogen sulfide from the bacteria
decomposing food in her bowels.
It's disgusting
is what it is.
What the hell
was that?
You don't play with a body.
Are you kidding me?
That was awesome, dude.
That was funny, come on.
- Carlos, take your skirt off.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- I'm just joking around.
You don't play
with the body, all right?
Come here. Do you want a hug?
Give me a hug.
- You know, you're a jackass.
- Just a little hug.
Doesn't mean you're gay, dude.
Just two men hugging.
If you guys think I'm going in the
girls' locker room alone you're crazy.
I feel like those dead bodies
are watching me.
Well, they are-- their souls at least.
Bodies and souls
don't separate
until they are
properly buried.
Forget the spirits, man.
You-- you creep me out.
- It's a proven fact.
- Uh-huh.
The spirit is a human invention
to explain what we don't understand.
Life is really just a series
of chemical reactions
that begin at ejaculation
and end at death.
Agnostic?
Something like that.
Enough with the philosophical
crap, all right?
Can we please just go
get some beers? Please?
Carlos, I'll get you water, milk--
whatever your mom lets you drink.
You guys feel that?
Feel what?
Sense of doom.
We all do.
It's called medical school.
- I just thought coming here...
- What?
Hey, don't worry
about what happened.
Maybe I should have stayed
in law school.
Maybe, huh?
Maybe you should
go to law school.
I hate you,
Carlos.
Oh, very funny,
jackasses.
Oh man, nice.
It wasn't me.
I don't know
anyone else here.
Hi, is Rick O'Connor here?
- Hey.
- Hey.
What are you
doing here?
I just thought I would
come by and say hello.
- How are you?
- Good.
Guys, this is
my fiance Jennifer.
- Jennifer, this is everybody.
- Hi.
Nice to meet you guys.
- Oh, what is that smell?
- Formaldehyde.
That's our cadavers.
Get used to it because
it's not coming out of our clothes.
The whole thing sounds
totally gross to me.
That's why they
call it "Gross Anatomy."
Well, I want to see.
Show me.
Some other time.
You're kidding
me, right?
You can't just show her.
You can't disrespect
those people.
- Dude...
- Well, I just wanted to look.
Spirits see everything.
The dead aren't
to be messed with.
All right?
You disrespect the body,
you enrage the soul.
- What's with this guy?
- He's a clown.
Okay, well, I smell
like a foot, so...
I'm going to go upstairs
and take a shower.
Upstairs? You mean,
you're staying here in the hospital?
Well, yeah, just until my financial aid
comes through and not a second longer.
You could stay
with me.
I'm in the
Medical Towers.
- Nice to meet you, Jennifer.
- You too.
She's over here.
Oh my God.
- You ready?
- Yeah.
- Sure?
- Yeah.
Ta-Da.
Nice, right?
Why is she
cut up like that?
Because this one here
was a sadomasochist.
Whoa...
Okay, enough.
Maybe this wasn't
such a good idea.
Come on, Rick, you haven't
shown me anything yet.
Fine.
All right.
This is the liver,
right here,
and this is
the diaphragm here,
- and the stomach...
- So is this her heart?
No no, that's her lungs.
And that's the other--
what are you doing?
It feels
kind of warm.
That's impossible.
It can't be warm.
Holy shit. Oh my God!
Jennifer...
Jennifer.
Jennifer, hey...
Hey hey hey hey.
Jesus Christ, Rick.
She breathed!
She didn't breath.
You forced air out of her lungs.
That is a dead body. Just because
you're a med student
- doesn't mean I want to see that.
- You asked me to bring you.
Okay, fine, you're right.
I want to go now. Let's go.
Okay, we'll leave. Come here,
we'll leave. All right?
Let me just go back in and put
the body back together and we'll go.
All right?
Just wait here.
Good night, Norma.
Jennifer?
Jen?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Help me!
Somebody please
help me!
- Hello?
- Brian? You awake?
What?
Yeah.
I can't stop
thinking about her.
Her?
Norma.
Leave it alone, Alison.
It doesn't concern you.
Is this your cell?
No, my dungeon line.
How can you stay there?
That place creeps me out.
It should.
It's a hospital.
So, I take it you don't
want to help me find her?
Well, as appealing
as that sounds...
Later, Brian.
Hello?
Yes.
I need to track down
a patient's records.
That number doesn't
mean anything.
That's all I have.
Well, then you're up
the proverbial creek without a paddle.
It's off my cadaver.
Cadaver's are shipped
across state lines--
No way to track them.
Any number is meaningless
without the internal code.
Where can I get that?
The morgue where the
body was shipped from.
Okay, thank you.
What do you
make of this?
Where did you
get this?
Blackwell's filing
cabinet.
Alison, you could get kicked
out of school for this.
Yeah, I know.
Stop. You can't
personalize this.
I mean, you're not
going to be able to--
Have you tried
Medical Records?
Yeah. It's just an internal code
at some morgue.
You're not going to be able
to do your dissections.
Something's wrong. What?
She's a missing person?
Her family's looking for her?
I don't know.
I just--
I have to do this.
Well,
go Google it.
What are you studying?
- Nothing.
- Oh, competitive, are we?
"Ooh ooh ooh
to touch and feel
a girl's vagina
and how..."
Olfactory, optic, oculomotor,
trochlear, trig--
look it's a mnemonic
for the cranial nerves.
- I get it.
- yeah.
Great, associating the vagina
with dead body parts.
This really is
the end of my life.
You know, not yet.
You still have until Monday.
You know, maybe we
could go do something fun.
Brian Cross,
are you asking me out?
I can't go out
with you.
I mean, you're an atheist.
Oh.
It's okay, though.
We can still be friends.
But we'll have
to hide it.
Oh Brian, I don't hide.
I like everything out in the open.
Well, that's easy to say
if you don't believe in anything.
I believe in me.
Worship no false gods.
Well, we are gods.
I mean, at least, as doctors,
we get to pretend.
God, Buddha... whatever.
It's all semantics.
We had to come
from somewhere.
The human mind is too primitive
to understand that "somewhere."
So, you buying me dinner,
Dr. Cross?
Buying?
Sure. I know
a good cheap place.
Brian, I'm not cheap.
Professor
Blackwell?
- Yes?
- The first block exams--
they're not really
Friday, right?
Yes, they really are
on Friday, Carlos.
Right. While you continue
your dissection of the chest,
I want you to pay particular
attention to the origins
And the insertions
of the different muscles.
For the body is ultimately
reducible to this:
pulleys...
and cables.
As far as the soul,
that still remains
as enigmatic as ever.
Right, begin.
I'm afraid Rick is
no longer with your group.
You three will have
to manage the best you can.
- He dropped out? That was quick.
- Why?
Personal reasons.
Dr. Blackwell, why?
His fiance died
on Friday night.
Carry on.
Hello?
Rick, are you here?
Oh my God.
I'm so sorry.
You want
to talk about it?
She... she bled out.
She just bled out.
We were
in the anatomy lab.
I tried to help her.
I couldn't
do anything, though.
Do you believe in spirits?
It's not important
what I believe in.
Do you?
No.
Are you sure?
Look, I...
I sense things.
Spirits?
I have feelings...
And I know.
You know?
I know.
Alison, I don't understand
what "I know" means.
Something is wrong
with my cadaver,
and I can't get
it out of my mind.
Look, it doesn't make any sense,
okay? Especially to me.
Every once in a while
I get a feeling
in my gut,
And when I do
I'm always right.
I look at her body and I feel
something is wrong.
Alison, what you're
experiencing is normal.
Normal?
You're sensing
spirits at unrest.
It's common
for med students.
But there is no
rational explanation
for how I can
know things.
There doesn't always
have to be.
Well, doesn't it
sound crazy?
Fact is the human mind's
too primitive
to understand the answers
to most of our questions.
Alison, these are
self-Inflicted wounds.
I know.
And you're sensing
this spirit?
- What is wrong?
- Jesus!
For a second I thought...
Well, you're here
awfully late, Dr. Blanchard.
Do you know where
this body came from?
I have no idea.
Can you trace the numbers
on your Polaroids?
What Polaroids?
Please?
No.
It's all up here.
Table number six--
South America.
We import our cadavers
from other countries?
No. She was an American
traveling abroad.
I guess she didn't have any
family so she got shipped here.
- What's this all about?
- I need paperwork.
Not till you tell me
what this is all about.
It's about
her knife wounds.
This woman was either
murdered or killed herself.
Uh-huh.
She's a cadaver.
Is there anyone else who would
know where this body came from?
Just Malcolm.
Where can I find him?
You can't. He hasn't been here
since we prepped the bodies.
You know this really isn't your
business, Dr. Blanchard.
We never
exchanged handles.
Jumpy.
I don't believe this.
Alison, let it go.
I can't.
So what do you got?
Thank you, but I don't want to
get anybody else involved.
I feel like somebody's
going to get hurt.
I want to be
involved with you.
- I got nothing.
- Alison.
No, really,
I have nothing.
The body came from
South America.
The airlines
have to keep records.
I checked already.
It's like their cash cow.
Every flight has at least
three bodies in cargo.
There's dead bodies
on every flight?
Yeah, that bother you?
Yes. I'm not the one
who doesn't believe in spirits.
Multiply three times
the number of flights per day
and length of time Norma
could have been kept and it's--
- It's too much.
- Yeah.
You think
Rick did it?
Killed his fiance?
No way. Why would he?
Why not?
Why?
Close your eyes.
Come on.
Just close your eyes.
Try to feel the sensations
in this room.
I'm not liking this.
Welcome to my world.
What are you doing?
Something's
in this tank.
Help me lock
this down.
- Oh God.
- What is it?
Oh.
Can you hand
me that?
Ugh. Grody.
It's a cadaver tank.
- They keep the bodies in the lab?
- Where else would they?
Oh crap.
What? What?
- I think it's stuck.
- No.
Oh, come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Okay okay.
Whoa, wait.
What are you doing?
We've got to get
the pole out of the tank.
No way. No flipping way.
Just leave it.
What, and run the risk of getting kicked
out of school for multiple reasons?
Yeah!
We're so busted.
Oh God, it's freezing.
Oh...
I still can't reach it.
What are you doing?
The way I see it,
we have two options:
one, we tell Blackwell;
two, we get this pole
out of this godforsaken tank
and forget what
a bad idea this was.
I'm for number two.
Oh, I think I got a head.
I got a head.
Oh, don't pull
it out by the hair.
- What else am I supposed to do?
- Let it go.
Brian,
it's wearing clothes.
- Huh?
- Okay, we're going to Blackwell.
No wait, I almost got it.
I almost got it.
Brian, a clothed body--
this just became a crime scene.
Oh God, don't touch
anything else.
Hey, our prints
are everywhere.
Oh crap.
Ugh, eww.
Oh my God.
I know him.
He works for me.
His name's Ivan Verbukh.
They have
to be connected.
They?
A classmate's fianc
died here last Friday.
- Is that true?
- That is nonsense.
That girl had
a congenital birth defect.
Nothing to do with this.
Pure coincidence.
- Who was the student?
- Rick O'Connor.
The main vessel coming out
of the heart ripped open.
She bled to death.
No chance of a homicide.
Still, pretty big
coincidence.
Take their prints.
Then you can go.
Yes, straight to my office.
I want a word with you two.
Just need your prints
as well, doctor.
My prints are
in the record, officer.
We're going
to need them again.
When do I get
my lab back then?
Prints will be processed
by tomorrow.
The rest--
be done when it's done.
You know, I'd like to think
I treat you people as
intelligent, responsible
human beings.
And I was hoping that maybe
you might reciprocate.
We found the body,
and that's it.
I'm not worried about
what you found.
I'm concerned about why
you were looking in the first place.
I feel a strange
presence in the lab.
Look, I know
something's wrong.
I knew something
was behind those doors,
something it wanted me
to find.
"It"?
- Her cadaver.
- Oh, really?
Yeah.
You know, thousands
of years ago
doctors used to drill
holes in people's heads
to exorcise
their demons.
Kinda crazy, huh?
I know
it sounds absurd,
but I know there are
a number of people in danger.
Enough is enough. We are
scientists, not mediums.
Got it?
Look, I'm not asking you
to understand.
I don't even
understand it myself.
Where did you get this?
You're not helping yourself.
Nobody's going to buy
an insanity plea.
Your professor says
you're a great kid.
So, I have to wonder,
are you really bright
enough to make murder
look like a natural death?
Why'd you do it?
Why'd you kill him, Rick?
Did he see something
he shouldn't have?
Hey, the hospital
only has so much hot water.
Still not enough to get the smell off.
Hold on.
All right already.
Nice abs.
I can't believe you're
staying in this place.
I'm locking myself in
until you come out.
Five minutes.
This place sucks.
Oh, what now?
Ugh.
- Who is it?
- The boogeyman.
Hi.
Okay.
A penny for 'em.
You're thinking,
"will she let me
hop into bed with her?"
No, actually,
I was thinking--
Well, I was thinking that
she needs to go outside...
- Oh.
- ...so that I can change.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
So, that's not
what you want?
Well, no I...
No.
That's so not fair.
I'm not going into
that hallway alone.
You better change.
Here?
Uh-huh.
- You're gonna see me.
- I'm not gonna look.
- Don't look.
- Ooh.
I'm not looking.
No peeking.
- What are you waiting for?
- You.
Nice.
I think you planned
this encounter, Dr. Cross.
Yeah, well,
I figured homicide
would be the best way
to get up to your hospital room.
Oh, and the rubber
in your pocket?
If I plead guilty, can I throw
myself on your mercy?
Maybe.
Come guard the bathroom.
It's two feet away.
Men...
You get what you want and then
you just kick us to the curb.
Brian...
Turn it off. I'm trying to pee.
I can't concentrate.
Brian.
Brian?
Brian?
Brian!
Brian! Brian!
Brian, I can't
get out!
I can't get out, Brian.
Help me! Help!
What do you want?
What do you want?
Alison!
Oh my God.
It's all right.
Hey, it's okay.
Look at it.
She's trying
to send me a message.
If she wanted me dead don't you think
she would have killed me by now?
I want to discuss this
with Dr. Blackwell.
Why? So he can think
I'm crazy?
Huh-uh, no way.
He's not as understanding
as you are.
Give him more
credit than that.
A professor of anatomy,
he's been around spirits all his life.
Maybe he can offer us
a rational explanation.
I'll give you
a rational explanation.
My cadaver wants something
from me and I better figure out
what it is before
she kills me too.
Alison, I believe
in spirits,
but I do not believe
in corporeal manifestations.
Someone's responsible.
Well, that someone
is targeting their messages to me.
I need your permission.
Fine,
but I'm coming
with you.
You have three bodies,
all in your lab.
I'd think you'd be open
to any help you could get.
Help, yes.
Answers, yes.
Not this supernatural mumbo jumbo
that you're coming up with.
Our cadaver's spirit
is not at rest.
Oh, please.
Look, I'm not
unsympathetic.
It's just this is totally
unacceptable behavior, Caroline.
I know it's irrational,
but its impact
on Alison is real.
Well, maybe she's just not
suited to this kind of work.
I'm not going along with your
psychological whims any longer.
There's a positive I.D. by the police
of the murderer's fingerprints.
One Alita Covas. She's an
American citizen living in Brazil.
Our cadaver
came from Brazil.
Oh God,
here we go.
Just get rid of it.
Does anybody speak English?
You don't have
to do that.
Medical Records
can get it for you.
Oh, I'm first year.
No I.D. code.
Oh, you can use mine.
Great, 30 pages in Portuguese.
You think Carlos
speaks Portuguese?
No.
We need your help.
Look, I already told you,
I'm not going to be involved.
You're already
involved.
Look, I can't look at these,
all right?
We've got a test
on Friday.
Look, three people who have
touched our cadaver have died.
If we don't figure this out,
we might not be alive on Friday.
Come on, you guys
are going to be doctors.
You know Brazilians
don't speak Spanish.
Well, your Spanish
is more helpful than my German.
I'll look at them
later then, all right?
I'm not going to promise
anything though.
All right.
Thanks.
Dr. Blanchard, you've
got a new cadaver today.
Let's get back
to work, shall we?
- Thank you.
- Okay.
We got a new body.
Thank God. Alita Covas
was a murderer on death row.
What?
She lures her victims
by engaging them in oral sex.
What does she have
against Norma?
She is Norma.
Dr. Covas...
Dr. Covas?
Why do you keep
cutting yourself?
Why do you keep
cutting yourself?
So I won't cut others.
What does the saying,
"people that live in glass houses
shouldn't throw stones"
mean to you?
- What does the saying, "people that...
- She's pregnant.
She's six months pregnant here.
It means if you throw stones
you'll break the windows.
Does it have
any other meaning?
It means I'm going
to kill you.
Now this tape was before that.
She was a prostitute who was
caught killing her johns.
What are your sins,
detective?
She claims
she was eating their filth.
This is not about me.
This is not a game.
You don't like games?
And this tape-- this is
where she was normal.
Do you believe in spirits?
It's not important
what I believe in. Do you?
No.
But I sense things.
They have feelings.
And I know.
You know?
Yeah, I know.
Her first visit she was
just looking for help,
and by the end she thought
she was an Aztec god.
In my 15 years
of practice
I have treated
Jesus Christs,
Abe Lincolns,
George Washingtons,
and countless
Hitlers.
That's what
schizophrenia is.
She sensed things...
like I do.
But she's not you.
You know,
I don't even believe this shit.
And yet I'm trying to convince you
she was possessed.
How's he doing?
Not as well as I am.
Hey, get rid of the stethoscope
and the lab jacket.
Rick?
- Rick, it's Alison.
- Get away from me.
What did you and Jennifer
do to Norma?
I need to know.
Something happened
that enraged her spirit
and we are
all in danger.
Get him off of me!
Don't you need
a tetanus shot or something?
You should go
to the E.R.
Just do it.
It'll scar.
It'll be something for me
to remember you by.
I'm not
going anywhere.
Do you know anything
about exorcism?
Oh, from non-believer
to looking for an exorcism.
You've come a long way.
It was not Rick
who did this.
...or you could
move in with me.
I need my privacy.
Oh, really?
- So, you want some more practice?
- Yes, please.
Brian, don't open
the door.
Brian, don't open it.
Excuse me.
Who's got their cellphone?
Somebody call somebody.
Oh my God.
- Call 911.
- Oh my God.
There's so much blood. Ooh.
"One year ago, Alita Covas
uncovered a gravesite
of 50,000 bodies,
a sacrificial site
to an Aztec god."
Tlazolteotl, the god
of fertility. And prostitution.
Oh my God, she sacrificed
her own child.
She was crazy.
You disturb the body,
you enrage the spirit.
She enraged 50,000
of them.
Thank you.
Wait.
I want to thank you
for protecting me.
You're welcome.
Come here.
Closer. Come here.
I want to give you something.
Closer.
Give this to
Dr. Blanchard.
Go now.
Go.
Your work here
is done.
Dr. Blanchard to psychiatry.
- Oh my God.
- Dr. Blanchard?
- Yeah.
- He told me to give this to you.
Wait, you have to stay here with me.
Dr. Blanchard, come back!
Alison, calm down.
Calm down.
We gotta get out of here.
We gotta to get away from her.
Blackwell got rid of the body.
The spirit stays with the body.
Until it's put
to rest.
Alison!
You said you got rid
of the body. How?
- I dealt with it.
- Yes, but how?
- I said I dealt with it.
- Dr. Blackwell--
if you keep up this nonsense
I'm going to have to suspend you.
I've lost four people
from this department--
two assistants,
two students.
These murders are real.
She's still here,
isn't she?
You didn't get rid
of her at all.
Rubbish.
If you're
still an atheist,
I recommend this
as a moment to reconsider.
Damn it.
This will do it.
Look out.
Let me get it.
Here, look out.
Here, I got it.
Guess there
was another.
What do we do
about the detective?
Right now, nothing.
Stupid bastard.
She's been in here the whole time.
- Do you see her?
- She's stuck. She's not coming up.
Come on.
What the hell?
- Want to draw straws?
- What?
Wait, I'll go in.
I'm the man.
Okay.
- Oh shit, it's in my eyes.
- Okay.
Brian, please hurry.
Hurry up.
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Brian!
Brian, Brian...
Come on, come on.
Come on, wake up...
Wake up, wake up.
Oh my God.
Hey.
Oh God.
Oh my God.
- Are you okay?
- No.
Come on, look at me.
Look at me.
You okay?
Help me.
Somebody help me.
Help me!
Jesus Christ,
what's happened here?
God damn it,
just help me!
Maybe you should tell me
everything you know.
I already have.
I'm running for help.
Help me.
Help us!
Please!
Somebody help us!
Help!
Help us...
Take him to the O.R.
He's lost too much blood.
Okay, go. Hurry.
Dr. Blackwell.
Dr. Blackwell.
Rest in peace, bitch.
- University Hospital.
- Hello.
How may I direct your call?
Hello?
- Hi.
- Hi.
How do you feel?
I can't feel my face.
Well, I brought you
some flowers.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
What color are they?
You know, your scars
are kinda sexy.
Okay, so you want the good news
or the bad news first?
Good.
Well, I'm no longer a part
of your medical school class.
No, it was my choice.
I thought if I could
understand the body
I could somehow understand
everything else, but...
What's the bad news?
We're going to Brazil.
We still have to put
her body to rest.
That's good news.
I need a vacation.
Ow.
No way.
We are not
going in there.
- I'll go.
- No no no no. You're staying with me.
Now what?
I don't know.
Is that it?
All life ends
when the body's put to rest
and the soul can pass on.
But you burned the body,
so where did the soul go?
Hopefully... here?
Or it's in the lab...
with the rest
of the unclaimed spirits.
Gowns and gloves, ladies and
gentlemen. Gowns and gloves.
Welcome to Gross Anatomy.
Hurry along now.
We haven't got all day.
That's the ticket.